Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.

It's usually a big kind of vent of frustration or anger or sadness that puts me in the right frame of mind to write. It's such a cliche to say that artists write when they're down but it's true for me. It's a relief to get out what's eating away at my heart or my soul or my head.

Rigid the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.